Shouts

I see the folks at Alxnet, the service that provides the site’s messageboard and guestbook, thought it’d be funny to make their once modest self-promotion plug a highly annoying floating banner. Damnation. This upsets me greatly. Maybe I’ll do something about it. Laterish. Here’s a little comic relief—yeah, I’ve a sick ‘n’ cynical sense of humor,…

Hey. There’s not a whole lotta news with this update—I just wanted to say I included a “just the facts” section on the obtaining info page to make it less confusing. Yeah. I’m fully immersed in end-of-semester stress—I have a final on a Saturday afternoon (whhhhhhyyyyyy!!!!) and need to finish (…and start…) a project by…

Quite to my surprise, I received my book order today! Yay! This means those interested in getting a copy of the The Teaching Emotion can now do so directly from me, plus get a discount and other random fun things that have nothing to do with anything. Find out how to rock this opportunity here.…

THE TEACHING EMOTION IS ON SALE! That’s right, folks, you too can experience the full brunt of deepsicks by ordering the novel from Booksurge. I have placed an order myself for 50 books which I will sell myself at discount, but this order has yet to be filled much less shipped and received, so it’s…

Hey. There’s been some technical difficulties—nothing grand mal, just sufficient to cause delay with the books. But enough about that. How ’bout this weather and my increasing fascination with humanity? awed by the jazz-blasting bus driver dressed to the nines and microfilm from ’62 when MLK Jr. was still alive and temperatures in the warm…

I’d like to thank the individuals who have recently signed my guestbook, and I encourage everyone to take advantage of this opportunity to say hi and to confirm that the slowly climbing hit counter below is not the result of a stalker changing his or her IP address to boost my ego while surreptitiously plotting…

Ka-BOOM. The books should be ready within two weeks, and a damn good thing, too. I’ve been driving my family insane and grossly neglecting academia. I have one day to read about 500 pages ranging from Dickens’ Hard Times to essays on “deep comic theory” and the hybrid identites of Pakistani Muslim women (um… those…

Hello, all. After suffering through a crushing barrage of midterm papers and exams, I’m now on spring break. On the agenda: proof the proof, visit friends and family, and rock out at Bad Religion (yippee!). I also finally get to see Wookiefoot, the kindly hippie-hophip-I-dunno-what-the-hell group whose flophouse mansion I park in front of during…